Long lost friend

It is always such a great surprise when you get in touch with someone you haven't spoken to in such a long time. She is an old co-worker of mine. She left for bigger and better things. She found love, and a new home. And now we are back in touch. Just catching up, gossiping and reliving our time together is great. The home front is "the calm before the storm". He has been nice. And sometimes that is scarier than when he is mean. He instills such a sense of love for me, and the kids. But, I know that at minute, I am nothing to him, a joke, a piece of a**, and that is all. I can't even stand to hear those three little words because I know he doesn't mean it. And I never, ever say it back. I suppose there is a place inside that cares for him, but there is no where there is love. Unfortunately for him, and I guess all of us, that love died a long time ago. I don't trust him, but mostly I don't trust his words.